My co-worker has a mug that reads “Baditude.” The other day it shattered on the floor and fittingly, some choice expletives were expressed. If a coffee mug could sum up my feelings while wearing this outfit, it would be Baditude.
Damn, I love a vintage dress! Finding one that fits me in all the right places makes me feel I was born in the wrong era. While baking scones in a 1950’s sundress and heels sounds like a dream, being meekly obedient to my husband does not. Really, I’m the luckiest: I live in 2016 and can wear 1950’s dresses without the woman-hating bullshit of that era. Score!
My friends who wore their co-ed Red Cedar Soccer team T-shirts growing up were the coolest. Dads with faded band tees from the ’60s came in a close second. And then there were the cross country team T-shirts with the weird nicknames on the back: “Big Fun” and “Gov-Dogg” and “T-Mac.” To quote Michael Scott from The Office, “I love inside jokes; I hope to be part of one someday.”
WARNING: This is a clichéd post about how we are all different and why that’s rad. I was a part-time homeschooler with curly hair who showed up to middle school (on the years I went) with hummus and blue corn chips in a sea of Lunchables, so, in some very small way, I get what it feels like to fit out.
Fall is coming and that’s a fact. I know for some of you, the idea of a turtle neck cutting off the blood flow to your brain feels like a death sentence. I get it. I’ll admit, I love fall. I get caught up in the busyness of summer and come fall, I sit down in a pile of crunchy leaves and feel disappointment because I didn’t do half the things I wanted to- like go to the A to Z Pizza Farm, for example. With spring comes a lot of optimism which leads to an overbooked summer. Ah well, I’m sure I’m not alone in this boat.
My ideal lifestyle would involve eating watermelon every day and traveling and thrifting. Admittedly, it is hard not to feel jealous of Yana and Ian of Moth Oddities. They have an impeccable eye for rad vintage clothing and thrift across this country, selling what they find on their website. They are two people who have successfully turned their hobby into a business. Swoon, swoon, SWOON!
The last time I wore overalls I ended up in the emergency room. I was six years old. OshKosh B’Gosh overalls were my kiddo uniform and I stopped wearing them because I outgrew them, not because the flame went out.
She would have to avoid aisles three through seven entirely. His mom was a vegan and his dad gluten-free. Thank you for shopping your local Cub Foods; stop by the dairy section to try our mint flavored Go-gurt.
Sometimes pursuing your dream feels a little like herding chickens in a glamorous dress. People might be watching you and thinking, what the hell is she doing out there? This is no reason to stop what you’re doing however; keep on following that chicken…I mean, bliss.
A boudoir shoot with a man I hadn’t seen since 2007 was an opportunity I could have easily turned down. I’m so grateful I didn’t. Blake Nellis and I both attended Luther College, which is a bubble in the bubbliest sense. Blake is a dancer, photographer and all around creative human. When Blake reached out and suggested a photo shoot, I thought it sounded like a fun way to catch up. What unfolded was an incredibly playful, creative afternoon where two people lost track of time and ran around the house- following the sunlight. It was the ultimate catch-up and beat getting a cup of coffee and reciting our career resumes.